Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Crime,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.